What Happened To Me?

I remember. I remember the pain, the need, the anger. These are all emotions that I had felt over a can of death. Now it seems ridiculous. But then, then it seemed like the obvious answer. I had a bad day, well, I need to chew for that. I am nervous, chew. I am bored, chew. Then, one day I decided that it wasn’t worth it. I wanted to just stop for a little bit. I enlisted the help of my friends, and some of the people on this board. Without my friends, I would not have been able to do this. There were times when I called my buddy in the middle of the night, freaking out. And he did what a friend does, he listened. And you know, here I am now. I can say that I don’t consider the can a part of my life at all anymore. I am glad that I can see life for what it really is; a beautiful symphony filled with surprises and joy at every turn. And now I don’t have to worry about taking a timeout for something that will kill me.

To anyone: you can do this. Definitely. I did it. I DID IT. Seriously. You have to WANT to do it. And once you want to do it, you have to go day by day like these great guys say.

Trust me, life only gets better every day.

Thank you everyone.
104 days going strong.
mntwins.

NOTE: This piece written by KillTheCan.org forum member mntwins